Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

Song Lingge's words had a deeper meaning.

She was referring to the incident where Fang Guanghua got drunk and skipped out on the bill, which happened back when they were at Delicious Songxiang.

Fang Guanghua's expression tightened; it seemed he had remembered as well.

"Lingge, are you worried I won't have money to pay the bill? You're underestimating me! I'd rather owe you than anyone else."

After saying that, Fang Guanghua took out a stack of 100-yuan bills and threw them on the front desk.

The cashier looked at Song Lingge, somewhat at a loss.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Count the money and write it down! Mr. Fang is so generous," Song Lingge said with a smile.

But the smile still didn't reach his eyes.

The phrase "General Manager Fang is magnanimous" didn't strike Fang Guanghua as magnanimous at all; instead, it made him feel suffocated. He angrily turned and went upstairs to the second floor.

Watching his retreating figure, Song Lingge thought to herself: Fang Guanghua, you owe me far too much; you can never repay it all in this lifetime. Unless, you pay with your life.

"Young boss, who is this? So extravagant," the cashier asked.

"You should remember this person who is so generous. If they come again in the future, just order something nice and expensive."

The cashier nodded, seemingly understanding.

It wasn't that Song Lingge was a conspiracy theorist, but she always felt that Fang Guanghua's purpose in coming here could not possibly be as simple as just helping out with business.

Judging from Fang Guanghua's appearance, he probably hasn't gone home yet, so Li Meimei definitely didn't tell him the contents of the file bag.

Song Lingge decided to wait and see.

I always had a feeling that wherever Fang Guanghua and Zhou Songmei suddenly appeared, things wouldn't be peaceful.

Moreover, after Zhou Songmei was kicked out, it was Fang Guanghua who took her in, a fact that Song Lingge had already confirmed with Li Meimei.

Their relationship is closer than it appears to the average person.

However, Fang Guanghua's ability to remain so nonchalant and laugh so lightly after learning that Zhou Songmei was pregnant with another man's child is not something that can be deduced using common sense.

I wonder if he will still be able to talk and laugh like this after he learns the news from Li Meimei.

Song Lingge felt that even after being husband and wife for a lifetime, her understanding of Fang Guanghua was still too limited.

"Young boss, those people said some really nasty things."

At this moment, Xiao Zhou walked over looking constipated and complained to Song Lingge.

Even if Song Lingge didn't hear it, she could imagine from the things those people said in the lobby that they must have said something incredibly offensive in private.

"Just do what we're supposed to do, and ignore everything else. Since it's so unpleasant to listen to, let's fill the space with our most expensive dishes and wines, so we don't have to listen to that nonsense."

"I only rented the most expensive cars. What if they try to renege on their debts?" Xiao Zhou asked with some concern.

"It's okay, the deposit has already been paid," the cashier replied.

The three girls smiled at each other, and Xiao Zhou happily ran to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

"Boss, do you think they might cause trouble?" The cashier was also worried.

"Keep an eye out, call me if anything happens." Song Lingge pointed upstairs.

The cashier knew she was heading back to her private room.

Song Lingge had originally planned to be a competent boss today, but Fang Guanghua's arrival thwarted her plans.

Since he came for her, then surely it's alright for her not to show up!

If you can't afford to offend them, you can always avoid them.

Song Lingge returned to the private room, tiptoeing as if afraid of waking Qiao Nansheng.

"You are such a beautiful woman, why did you become a thief?"

"You're awake? Did I wake you up?" Song Lingge was slightly annoyed, wishing she hadn't come in.

Qiao Nansheng sat up halfway and leaned back on the sofa, looking completely languid.

"I couldn't sleep, so I dozed off for a little while."

I told you to go home first, but you wouldn't listen.

Song Lingge wanted to pull up a chair and sit next to Qiao Nansheng, but Qiao Nansheng patted the sofa next to him, gesturing for her to come over.

He turned to the side, trying to give Song Lingge as much space as possible.

But no matter how much he tried to accommodate her, the sofa was only so big. The two of them squeezing together inevitably created an awkward atmosphere.

Song Lingge sat down, trying to keep her body straight.

She was somewhat annoyed. Why was it that she always agreed to Qiao Nansheng's requests immediately? Was it so hard to refuse?

Although Qiao Nansheng was lying on his side, he was comfortable and at ease on the sofa.

Song Lingge could feel a burning gaze fixed on her, and her cheeks flushed involuntarily.

"What are you thinking about?" Qiao Nansheng's voice came, tinged with a hint of undeniable amusement.

Song Lingge felt even more uncomfortable. She was about to get up and leave when Qiao Nansheng pulled her back.

She was practically lying on top of Qiao Nansheng.

Qiao Nansheng put one arm around her waist and pressed her head against his chest with the other.

"Don't move, lie down with me for a while."

These words seemed to have a magical power; Song Lingge actually lay there obediently, motionless, listening to Qiao Nansheng's strong heartbeat.

"Let's get married after we graduate!" Qiao Nansheng said.

Is this a marriage proposal?

This is such a perfunctory job!

Although Song Lingge is not a very particular person, she still finds this kind of proposal a bit hard to accept.

On the other hand, Fang Guanghua did put a lot of ceremony into his marriage proposal in his previous life, but what good was that?

Is a person's life just about relying on that one moment of ritual?

No matter how strong the sense of ceremony, married life is still full of joys and sorrows.

In the end, those who are destined to cheat will always cheat.

Qiao Nansheng's chest heaved slightly: "What are you thinking about now?"

Song Lingge's wandering thoughts were pulled back; she hadn't been prepared for Qiao Nansheng's question. After a moment's thought, she replied, "My aunt hasn't returned yet; I'm a little worried."

When it comes to spoiling the mood, the two of them are better than the other.

Qiao Nansheng helped her sit up, then sat up himself. This was certainly not the time for romance.

"Something might have delayed things. If there's still no news by tomorrow morning, I'll go with you to the police station."

"Okay. Oh, right, there's something I need to tell you beforehand."

Song Lingge came to the private room to avoid Fang Guanghua. She originally thought Qiao Nansheng was asleep, so she would let the matter drop.

But now that Qiao Nansheng is awake, he should take the initiative to confess, just in case something really happens later.

"what's up?"

"Fang Guanghua has arrived."

Qiao Nansheng frowned immediately: "Why is he here? Did he cause you trouble?"

"No, he came to eat with some business people."

"Why come here when you can eat anywhere else?"

Given the vastness of Nanzhou and the history of conflict between Song Lingge and Fang Guanghua, his decision to dine here is clearly a calculated move.

"Who cares? It's a fool not to make money when there's an opportunity. I told them to keep an eye out and notify me immediately if anything happens."

"Knock knock knock—" came the knocking on the door of the private room.

Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng exchanged a glance. Could it be that they were so jinxed, saying things that actually happened?

Is Fang Guanghua truly Song Lingge's inescapable destiny?